Well, at last, after four failed attempts these little beasts have managed to get dressed. All hand-sewn because I've left my Singer in London and I wouldn't dare to tackle my grandmother's treadle sewing machine.

It seems this blog has been neglected a bit. You'll understand the time I spend in front of the computer is inversely proportional to the time I send walking the hills, and the past few days have been full of expeditions and creature-sighting (hares, Guinea pigs, atomic ants).

I've started with two kind of bodies, so far: one made of clay and a fabric one. Both can (and need to!) be improved. What remains to be seen now is whether I can make the best of the dressmaking lesson I took last year.